The dripping humid heat was oppressive and became erotic. My sweat soaked shirt and shorts clung to me as if a second skin. The moist air was thick and difficult to breathe. We walked down an old jeep track, my Manas wildlife guide and I, hoping to spy
something a bit more exciting than deer or vultures. My guide, “M” as he asked to be called, as he was certain I would be unable to pronounce his name, assured me there would be gaur ahead.